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Clawdeen could barely contain her excitement as they pulled up to Camp Rock.
She was finally at the camp of her dreams.
'' We're here' Clawdeen smiled.
'' Yeah. Are you excited?' Harriet asked.
'' A little- Okay, yes, major. Thank you, Mom. I'm going to have so much fun- Whoa Clawdeen answered, as a shiny black limo pulled up, and a werecat who looked like she owned the place stepped out of it.
'' Okay, sweetie, let's get settled in' Harriet began, as they walked into their cabin.
'' Settled' Clawdeen smiled, dropping her duffel bag onto the bag as a man walked in.
'' That's great. Komos Cesario, camp director/founding member and bass guitar of the White Crows. And you must be Harriet Wolf, our new cook' Komos greeted.
'' That's me. And this is my daughter- Who is already gone' Harriet smiled.
'' Oh, no worries. She probably just wanted to get out there, get to it, you know what I mean? When the music calls, you gotta answer' Komos murmured.
'' I can't wait for you to meet her though. She's got a great voice- Look at me, I'm already bragging' Harriet gushed.
'' Oh, you gotta brag, love. Learned that from the Mickster. Jagger' Komos grinned.
'' You knew Mick Jagger?' Harriet asked.
'' Yeah, backed him up for years. Great times, great times. But not as great as the time I toured with Aerosmith' Komos answered.
'' You knew Aerosmith?' Harriet asked.
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Clawdeen could barely see where she was going as she made her way through the campers, nearly bumping into the werecat from earlier.
'' Sorry, I didn't see you' Clawdeen apologized, an apologetic look on her face.
'' Yeah, obiviously' Toralei huffed, walking back to her friends.
'' That's Toralei Stripe, the diva of Camp Rock' Frankie explained.
'' Is she really good?' Clawdeen asked.
'' She's good at trying too hard to be good. Understandable, cause her mom's Catarina Stripe' Frankie answered.
'' the Catarina Stripe? She's got a million Grammys' Clawdeen gushed.
'' A trillion and one, I think. Hi, I'm Frankie. Camper today, top- selling music producer tomorrow' Frankie greeted, playing some techno beats.
'' Cool. I'm Clawdeen' Clawdeen smiled.
'' Hi' Frankie smiled, as a woman walked up to the stage.
'' Hi, gang. I'm Bloodgood, the music director here at Camp Rock' Bloodgood began.
'' Hi, Dee' The campers grinned.
'' Here at Camp Rock, we sing. So let's try that again' Bloodgood added.
'' Hi, Dee' They sang.
'' Sounds good. A little pitchy in places, but we'll fix that by the Final Jam. And for the first time, we're going to be joined at camp by a very special celebrity instructor' Bloodgood smiled.
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'' I don't want to waste my summer at some camp. I'm Deuce Gorgon, for crying out loud' Deuce began.
'' Hey, man, we used to love this place. Three years ago, we were campers' Ellis grinned.
'' Yeah, man, this is where Connect 3 connected' Heath chimed in.
'' And you get to see your uncle Komos' Ellis smiled.
'' Not a selling point' Deuce scoffed.
'' Look, man, right now you're the bad boy to the press. And the label has a problem with that, which means we have a problem with that' Ellis explained.
'' Actually, I don't really have a problem with that' Heath shrugged, as Ellis shot him a look.
'' We have a problem with that' Heath corrected.
'' Oh, and you can make me a birdhouse or something?' Heath asked, as Ellis face- palmed.
'' One word, payback' Deuce murmured.
'' That's two words' Heath corrected, as Deuce reluctantly got out of the car.
'' By the way, we told the press you're recording a duet with the winner of the Final Jam' Ellis explained.
'' What?!’ Deuce yelped, as the limo pulled away.